I am the least motivated person on this earth. All this advice is thrown at me all the time from everyone on what to do, what I’m not doing, what I should be doing, where I’m heading.

Not to get all “woe is me” or nothing and let’s be honest it’s not like I’ve stressed myself out working but have a little glance at where I’ve been if you can and try and get why I wanna just be in this happy empty place forever.

Zero actual responsibility.

Well, I’ve lost any ability to write and make sense.

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Cryptic wasn’t what I was going for but I guess that’s how this sounds.

” I can’t even explain it without sounding like an emotion moron that needs to man the fuck up.”

It’s like it feels like somehow you might die, it’s like the worst stomach sinking shit ever but it’s beautiful and you love it and it makes you feel sorta like, I don’t wanna finish the sentence, just like, relieved I suppose.

I’m gonna guess you give as much of a fuck about this little ramble as you do about me showing you this picture.